Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kuwait and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Barclay James Harvest to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Victims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Wake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Urselle,
Hoover,
The Busters,
H. Thieme,
Quando Quango,
the Swans,
The Barracudas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Charles Mingus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moleskins,
Brick,
Symarip,
Roger Hodgson,
Fugazi,
Faraquet,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Green,
Moebius,
Boz Scaggs,
The Grass Roots,
Drexciya,
The Martian,
CMW,
The Index,
Barrington Levy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Make Up,
June Days,
Heaven 17,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
F. McDonald,
Hasil Adkins,
Yusef Lateef,
Gichy Dan,
Josef K,
Alphaville,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Terry,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter & Gordon,
The Searchers,
Animal Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Christie,
the Sonics,
cv313,
The Pop Group,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crash Course in Science,
OOIOO,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
One Last Wish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric B and Rakim,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.